Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.